in high school i was primarily a soccer player.  but in my junior year
i got recruited to kick for the football team.  so a deal was made, id
just kick, no hitting or manly man things, just sissy kicking.  

anyhow, in like my third game i kicked the ball of and they ran it back pretty
far, so i started with my "oh shit oh shit" shuffle, as the guy is
breaking through all the meatheads that are supposed to tackle him, i
shot a look at my coach and he shot one back like "hey soccer-sissy you
better hit this guy", so i took a step up and a blocker guy comes
flying head first at me.  the human missle was aimed right for the ol
twig and giggle berries, i tried to move, no time.  he hit me right in
the junk, i didnt fall down, it hurt too much to fall down. instead, i
walked right off the field, right by the runner guy and sat on the
bench before he scored.  the coach was all " you blew it! thats all you
had!" and i said yup, and iced my marbles.  two days later my nugs was
like tennis ball size, i missed two days of school cause they was so
blue and sore i couldnt walk.

 >mark, the illadelph, pa

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Hello OddTodd,
I dealt a shot to a guy one time, and I was first-hand
witness to another one that was much more violent than
mine.  

Here are a couple of "balls stories," as you
requested.

1)  I was playing basketball, and the guy who was
covering me kept giving cheap shots to me.  He'd push
me in the back, throw an elbow to my ribs, grab my
jersey when I'd try to go by him, cheap stuff like
that.  Being a good sportsman, I prefer to play
through stuff like that and just beat the punk anyway.
 But when I got position in the low post and my
teammate fed me the ball, I had some subtle but
delicious revenge.  I spun to my left and pump-faked;
he went for the fake whole-hog, and jumped in the air
to block my shot.  Noticing that my shoulder was now
just below the level of his crotch, I decided to go up
strong.  With a full-force jump up as he was on his
way back down, I planted my left shoulder squarely
into his nuts.  Not only did I leave him lying on the
floor squirming in pain, I got to call him for the
foul.  Double bonus, baby!

2) I was watching a college football game from the
field-level stands at about the 30 yard line.  The top
25-ranked team from Texas was beating up on my
school's team, and trying to rub it in.  On one pass
play, after the play had ended, one of U.T.'s big
offensive linemen kept on blocking our defensive
tackle.  The o-lineman drove back him five yards or
more after the play had been called dead and then put
him flat on his back.  This was what we refer to as an
obvious "dick move."  Our player, not thrilled that he
had been blantantly fouled, picked himself up, took
two steps towards the UT lineman, and delivered a
solid uppercut straight to his balls.  The UT guy
crumpled in a heap, holding his nuts.  Our guy
immediately walked off the field, knowing he was about
to be ejected anyway.  He got a huge ovation that
lasted almost as long as it took the other player to
get up off the field.

Hope you liked the stories,
Orf

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